We’ll go on forgetting you know, so remember this, ok, black cat?
The two of us prove our hazy love with kisses.
If I glance away there’s the glow of the rain. Our matching dreams were of different colours.
Gleamingly would flow the tears. If this heart could become pure.

Every time I have a close relationship it’s just composing nonsense, playing house.
In our madness we are silent BEASTS―――――――.

The flowers in my twisted heart open.
See, they’re so lovely they make your voice, your breath catch.
Darkness. Beyond the fingers of the hand I reached out is a cicada shell.
Who are you watching?

Black locust. Forbidden play.*
I want a secret for just the two of us.
The sound of rain strikes the keyboard. A pursuing, singing tearful voice.

What I want to know is something that has neither question nor answer.
Now our separate heartbeats overlap―――――――.

Take a peek, the flowers in my heart are blooming.
Come on, promise. Before the world betrays us.
The reason the hand I’m unable to grasp cannot be caught are those vestiges.
What were you looking at?

LONELINESS.
This blindfold is a hindrance, but no matter what I cannot touch it.
TENDERNESS.
If I trace the scars my consciousness recedes, a splendid place―――――――.**

The flowers in my twisted heart open.
See, they’re so lovely they make your voice, your breath catch.
Darkness. Beyond the fingers of the hand I reached out is a cicada shell.
I don’t match with you.

* Here “black locust” refers to a type of tree with dark bark and creamy white flowers.
** Literally the word used here is “nail marks/scratches” but it can also mean the aftereffects or ravages of something bad that’s happened.
*** The literal expression used here means “bubbles on water”.